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Aug 2019
While flying to cuba
I notice that
Everything is in grid
And the land in topographical
Drawings then
That's when it happened
I saw a green goldfish
Swimming by my window.
This was no flight to Cuba
But to a different universe
Starry
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Starry  30/F/Ottaww
(30/F/Ottaww)   
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     Colm and Sue Huff
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